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first class - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
phew (yeah, sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, that’s on every song)
baby, it’s the fendi tee
b*tch think i’m*
yeah (that’s on every song)
yeah (sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, that’s on every song)

[verse]
b*tch think i’m starin’ at her, really, it’s the fendi tee
you ain’t sbdsm, you really ain’t a friend to me (sh*ttyboyz)
i like blue hundreds, told the bank teller benji me
vacation from my b*tch, for me it’s a giffie spree
first things first, first class every flight
how the f*ck that’s your b*tch? i’m with her ass every night
big black chopper sing, call the mag barry white
i’m in the field catchin’ plays, you can ask jerry rice
evеrything i got heavy, boy, your bag very light
it’s two hundred on thе dash, i’m blowin’ past every light
f*ck all day, d*mn near paid twenty cash for [?]
f*ck halloween, she gon’ scream when i stab, every night
heartbreaker, leave a b*tch with the sad face
i done seen more b*tt from your b*tch than a ashtray
she on my d*ck, but my hip where the mag stay
in atl drunk, i’m askin’ hoes, “you want a ass, bae?”
i don’t want you ’round if you ain’t tryna get no bag
he ain’t get no picture took when he was lookin’ at the flash
mask off, take his future, we gon’ leave him in the past
i don’t knuckle up, the .223s’ll beat a n*gga ass
he ain’t tryna k!ll sh*t, boy committin’ leg murder
big triple*s’s on, need some head turners
whole gang full of rats, y’all some fed workers
old b*tch head mcdonald’s, new b*tch head [?]
if it’s beef, drop sh*lls, for my cheese, leave him taco sauce
on his block, if he don’t duck that b*tch, knock his taco off
if i can’t pop you, i know trdee’ll rock your jaw
if you barkin’ up the wrong tree, i promise you was not no dog
saks fifth daily, everybody think i work in there
head fire, bought her new chanels ’cause she earned a pair
side b*tch don’t even ask for bundles, she got persian hair
auto*start the trackhawk, the hoes thought they heard a bear
stop rappin’ ’bout your team, you ain’t doin’ sh*t for ’em
exotic rental, lambourghini truck, this the big foreign
grill his ass with that four*five, this the big foreman
never thought that i’d be mvp when i was bench warmer
we’ll turn a n*gga block into a michael bay production
you know we comin’ in with sticks if me and gang invade the function
this some fire 201, b*tch, i ain’t even pay for nothin’
the opps was at the club broke, i think they should’ve came with crutches
on my way to the top, it’s my destiny
short temper with a glock tucked, better not mess with me
you ain’t got no money, i don’t care what you suggest to me
off*white enthusiast, i always keep a x on me (off*white)
[outro]
phew, yeah (real sh*ttyboyz sh*t, she gon’ f*ck ’cause the sh*ttyboyz lit, dumb*ass n*gga)
(yeah, though)
(phew, phew)

- stanwill lyrics

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